R.S. Croix — Letters For Someone

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[rscroix]

She did not cry.

She rearranged the table

until everything looked deliberate.

As if order

could stand in

for what was missing.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

The bed kept the shape of us

even when the relationship did not.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Words hide.

I write their absence.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Writing the inevitable

is refusing to correct

what turns truth into denial.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Coffee.

Bread.

Feeding the body

before feeding memory.

Cold words wait.

They will warm later.

[rscroix]

Flowers were never fragile to me.

They endure seasons without asking to be remembered.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Love is not two people together.

It is the moment separation loses meaning.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

He questioned.

She didn’t explain.

He didn’t hesitate.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

She wanted.

Something was denied,

but she never required permission.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Not everyone knows what to do with relief.

[rscroix]

You stayed long enough

for my body

to stop being a question.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Noise makes me disappear.

Silence sees me, hears me,

and disarms me.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Below, the vast blue.

A sunlit balcony.

My eyes catch you beside me.

A quiet day in Liguria.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Flowers on the table.

Two glasses.

Presence was heavier than absence.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

Beneath the sound, a sadness almost unnoticed.

It sang for someone — not for itself.

[rscroix]

Thunder.

Rain.

The sea speaks with a quiet fury today.

— r.s.

[rscroix]

It wasn’t bad.

It wasn’t unforgettable.

— By @ninasorelle from It’s only for you.